You're all just ghosts to me marching through the gates of hell Like sheep to the slaughter the wolf plays with the lamb Your mouth is moving but you say nothing Lights out in the club I want to you burn (Lets light this fucker up!) Better bite your tongue before I knock out your teeth (bite your tongue before I knock out your teeth) All your excuses mean shit to me (They don't mean shit to me) What's thrilling you is killing me So fucking bored with my life always pleasing someone else, to busy saving you to save me from myself Your mouth is moving but you say nothing Feeling alone most of my days surrounded by people with nothing to say The lies and the pills and the chicks and the thrills and the needles that kill are you listening still This is the last infernal funeral. You're the dead weight dragging me down This is hell you have created. This is where you are cremated. Burn it down Burn it fucking down